Terry Velarde
Mon, 11 Nov 2002 19:39:11 -0800
C'mon Ferguson, eat please. We've got six buns over here flapping their ears for you to eat and start feeling better. We know you can do it.
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- Terry
Jingle and the gang of five...
At 05:11 PM 11/11/2002 -0800, you wrote:
I *hope* it's only depression, but Fergie isn't eating his treats and there are still pellets from this morning which is most unusual. He and Velcro! are in the half bath due to the construction on the main bath. It is a very small space compared to the main bath, so they are a bit understated as they can't run and there is no Diabla to chase Velcro! around the room. Maybe it's the change of place... depression... cramped quarters (the half bath is only 5x6 feet). But Fergie... My Ferguson. He's always been healthily thin and never a piggy eater but I sure wish he'd indulge right now. He's depressed, he knows what happened to Diabla and now he's lost two wives... He cuddles with Vellie, but he's always had an alpha female, a highly spirited wife, Velcro! is a pod, sweet and docile and snuggly... I have been spending extra cuddle time with him and he looks fine close up and has no tummy problems or anything - yet. But Diabla started out this way, off her food, off her treats then off to the Bridge in three days... Please keep Ferguson The Small and Cute in your thoughts, I could NOT bear to lose him right now. Eat, Fergie. Cindy